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After the rain

Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Unsaid

Thousand unsaid thoughts,
And rustling whispers of winds,
Cruise the starlit nights.

Linking with Haiku Horizons

2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.